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Achild in Palestin
Look here it is
Deep purple bottom of his eyes

Child
Holds slingshot with one of his hand
With his other hand shows the victory sign

A mother in Palestine
Sits by the child
Making tambour frame of pain

Hey child, hey mother
I could do nothing for you
Except taking photo
Excuse me
Forgive me

Child says he could not stop
In this body with this head
Couldnot shoot the birds
With a stone, with this slingshot

Poem: Mehmet Atilla MARAS
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN

poem by Nilufer Dursun
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Whose Child Is This

'Whose child is this'
Neither his hands nor legs remained
Child who's melted completely
Had nothing to hold up

'Whose child is this'
He was shouting in a moving way
Showing another child
Whom saved from wreckage
He doesn't know he's his brother Hasan

(Poem: Mehmet Omer KAZANCI/Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN)

poem by Nilufer Dursun
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A Mother

A mother shows the child the world
A mother is its world when small
A mother shows the child what's love
A mother loves her child like a doll!

A mother makes the home and bed
A mother cares for all at home
A mother trains the child to walk
And stand on own, perfectly talk.

A mother is the teacher prime
A mother moulds the character
A mother shows the child to pray
And trust the unseen God all life.

A mother is the child's best friend
A mother knows its needs and wants
A mother cares for child when sick
And feels so proud, when child achieves.

Children, thank God for a good mother
On ‘Mother's day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-05-12

poem by John Celes
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I Would Do For You

The Mother looks into the eyes of her child,
With the love that is so deep and true
Then she hugs her child and loves her child,
And says, “ there is nothing that I would not do for you”.
She loves her child more than she does herself
She’ll places her child above all others
For the child she would die, And not even ask why,
As the child is hers, and she is the mother.
She knows she’ll will always be there for her child
No matter the pain or a reason why,
Just to see it smile or hear it laugh
It is the greatest joy that a mother wont hide.
She will follow her child throughout her life
That being the reason why she says she lives
The love is so great for a mother and her child,
That there is nothing that she would not do or give.
She thinks of her child constantly when she is alone
She knows no pain or discomfort when the child is near,
She is only here to make her child happy and wise
While hoping never to bring her child a tear.
I now look into the eyes of my wife,
The woman who I love with a love so deep and true,
As a mother loves her child, a man he loves his wife
And with her in mind I say, “ there is nothing that I wouldn't do for you”.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Song: XI

Mother, mother, do you not hear?
Mother, they come; there is news to tell!
– Give me your hands, my daughter dear:
'Tis but a ship that saileth well.

Mother dear, have a care, give heed!
–They go, my daughter, away they speed.
Mother, the danger is sore, alas!
– Child, my child, it will quickly pass.

Mother, mother, She draweth near!
– It is down in the harbour, daughter dear.
Mother, mother, She opens the door!
– Child, they go, to return no more.

Mother, She enters! I am afraid!
– Child, they now have the anchor weighed.
Mother, I hear Her speaking low.
– Child, my child, it is they that go.

Mother, She makes the stars go dark!
– Child, 'tis the sails of a shadowy bark.
Mother, She knocks at the casement still!
– Child, maybe it is fastened ill. . . .

Mother, mother, my sight grows dim. . . .
– Child, they sail for the open sea.
On every hand I can hear but Him. . . .
– O child, what is it, and who is He?

poem by Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck
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Child

Child,
God knows
how much I love you.

Child,
I may not be
the kind of mother
that you want,
I may not have given you
the kind of life
that you want,
but I'm your mother
and no one can change that.

Child,
you are so dear to me,
and all through my life
I wish nothing
but your happiness.

Child,
forgive this mother
for not having the strength
to protect you from sadness
of being apart
from your loved one.

But child,
I am more sad
when you cry for a man
whom I think
not worthy of you.

So child,
please bear the pain
because I believe
that somewhere
there is someone
worthy of your love.

Child,
trust me
you will find that man,
if you just set yourself free
from your wrong love.

Child,
I'm your mother...
I have raised you,
and I know
what is best for you.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Mother or Momma

A mother gives birth, but a momma raises a child.
A mother brags on how smart her child is.

A momma teaches a child how to live.
A mother gives her child a way.

A momma sets her child free.
A mother tells her child she loves him or her.

A momma shows her child that he or she is loved.
Now that you know the difference which one are you; a mother or a momma?

poem by Lore Me34
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A Mother

How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is conceived nine months in the womb
the child that is cradled at daytime,
night time until dawn?
How can a mother forget her child?

How can a mother forget her child
the child who after the flow of months
has learned to stand and run?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child whose mouth imitates her mother`s tongue,
the child who after a year or two can say,
'Mama, I love you'?

How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is so dear in her own heart and mind,
the child that reveals the mystery of creation,
the beauty of growth and human interaction.
the infinity of our own universe
within its finite linear time?

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Mother, I May Have Been A Naughty Child

Mother, I may have been a naughty child,
But I am your child nevertheless!
You own the world, mother, you are the queen of the world,
And look at me, I go about in the habit of a beggar.

You are bent on neglecting me,
But I love you anyway, it is you, only you that I call upon.
Just as a child runs to his mother even after she has scolded him,
So do I run to you.

How could you push me away from you, mother,
You are my mother, are you not?
Oh, why did you cast me away, mother,
Leave me to play in the dust?
I would have been a better child,
Had only you been a little more kind to me.

I am sad and angry, mother,
I shall go away anywhere my eyes and my feet take me to.
I do not care now whether i live or die now, mother,
I am going away.

poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
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Broken child

I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has seen more than his young eyes should.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who would run away from it all if he could.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has been ravished by the likes of you and I.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child with to much pride to cry.
I see the face off a broken child.
a child who fights off anyone who cares.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wishes his mother was there.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wont let his hardships keep him down.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who refuses to give up and reveal a frown.

poem by Joshua Reid
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My Child

Have I lost you my child?
in the darkness of my wants?
To never feel your arms, embrace me once again.
Never to feast upon your eyes
to look deep, into the windows of your soul.

My child, where have I failed you?
What is my fate?
When shall I die?
of this sin I carry, within my empty womb?

My child, end this pain!
My child, forgive me of this sin, I know not of!
Farewell my child, for I am no more
emptiness has now replaced
my once joy-filled soul.
For I am no more, my child.

poem by Linda Winchell
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A Mother's Love

What is a Mother's love? Only a Mother will know,
When a Child is sick with fever, and the pulse is slow;
A Mother will not sleep or rest, till the child is well,
This is what my Mother did, she cared, I could tell.

What is a Mother's love? As it's only a Mother can feel,
When a Child is so bad, she makes her Mother feel like a heel;
Like the Mother will keep her patience till she wants to cry,
But in the end, when; the child is sorry, then she will sigh.

What is a Mother's love? Only a Mother can say with Love,
My Mother never did give up, it's the Same as God above;
When we Hurt our Mother, show Angers, a grieve them too,
We need to say sorry, and also to God this is true.

God and Mother's are almost the same, Forgiving and Receiving,
God just patiently waits for us, to be well behaving;
And say sorry for our sin, He' ll never give up on us,
So is a Mother's Love, she shows love, she'll never fuss.

poem by Margaret Haig
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A Mother's Lament

my child, my child, i am so afraid
my child, my child, please forgive me
for losing myself

for losing myself
please forgive me for losing my mind
i miss you

i want the very best for you
and my constant worry
what i fear

is that i am not the very best for you
but who is, who is?
i fear noone else is either and

sometimes i am sorry for bringing you into
this world of struggle
There are times when I have been strong,

clear happy; and I have to remember
I have to find myself – my power.
For you
my child

you deserve me
you deserve a mother
who is not cowering

gasping for breath
A mother awake.
A mother alive.

poem by Pilar Mogollon
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The Beauty of a Mother

The beauty of a woman starts
When her womb begins to grow
The child that she'll give birth
Soon will call her, “my mother”

The beauty of a mother reigns
When her arms cradle her child
And her charm shines within
Her heart full of love and care

The beauty of mother un-fades
When her hands guide her child
In all places walking side by side
To protect her child from danger

The beauty of a mother is her brain
To teach her child to read and write
To let the child know the difference
Of what is wrong and what is right

The beauty of a mother is her act
To treat her child without compare
To list none of whatsoever is best
For her child is the gem of her life

Then the beauty of mother reflects
From the eyes of her child in return
To respect, love, and care for her
When age and time set them apart

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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